Daenerys had taken flight in search of Euron Greyjoy's fleet. Three straight days of searching at sun rise, and again before the sun set. The fleet never came. But the raven from Kings Landing did. Her fleet moved towards the Blackwater and her forces that remained moved towards the king's road to join the unsullied that had been stationed there. Once they join forces they would march north under the leadership of Jorah Mormont. He was the only one fully familiar with the land, even though it had been some time since he traveled the roads.
It took a few days for her fleet to arrive at the Blackwater, but it did so without event. Daenerys arrived on Drogon and landed behind her army out of range of the scorpions, just in case. She made her way to the tent Sandor clegane had erected and entered.
"Will he live?" She asked as she cringed at the condition of the giant of a man who was already left ugly with scars before his clash of swords.
"A lesser man would have died already. But truth be told, I don't know. " the healer wasn't quite a maester and never applied to be a maester, but he had great knowledge of healing herbs and plants. He was able to create potions and ointments that would help the body heal.
"Is there a reason this is still here?" She could barely stand to look at the head, but the smell made it worse.
"Sandor had said that he would take his brother's head back to Cleganes keep and mount it on the front door so everyone would remember whose house it really was. I didn't want to risk him surviving and not have the head." The unsullied that stood guard inside Sandor's tent was the one who took the head off the Mountain from behind.
"I'll have a new tent raised for my stay. Hopefully we won't be staying long." Daenerys waited patiently with Varys and Tyrion as they collected stories of the epic sword fight between brothers. It was being called "The giants battle ".
"So you are telling me, that after the head came off, the body kept moving? Impossible " Tyrion was fascinated with the stories however unbelievable.
"It true. Unsullied had to cut arms off. Only then the hand let go of throat. Then unsullied cut legs down. Then feet stop." The unsullied all told the story much the same with only slight variations that would amount to nothing.
"Tell me. Why get involved at all? You owed him nothing. Why not let the Mountain kill the Hound and be done?" Tyrion's curiosity was never ending.
"No. The Mountain get stabbed many times. Never slow. Three times sword goes all the way through. He not die. If Hound die, maybe Mountain not like unsullied. Had to kill when opportunity come." The unsullied's statement made Tyrion crumple his face as if he couldn't allow himself to believe the story and yet somehow did.
Daenerys's tent had been raised and she was waiting in it impatiently. She paced back and forth relentlessly as her companions were trying to calm her, but she would not have it.
"Why are we still waiting? She should have opened the gates by now. She sent the raven saying it was done and to come claim my throne. I have already sent Ser Jorah north with most of my army. Why am I still waiting? It's almost night fall." Daenerys's temper was flexing it's muscle. Her small council struggled to keep it tamed.
"Your grace. My little birds have been singing songs in your favor from inside the city walls. It would seem that our little Stark girl is preparing the city for the transition, though she takes the form of the former Queen. " Varys looked sullenly at Tyrion. "I am sorry to inform you, your sister is dead." Varys's words sparked Daenerys's temper again.
"Why are you sorry? She was our enemy. Now she is dead. Why would you be sorry about that?" Her eyes flamed in fury. But Varys didn't budge.
"Your grace. You will soon sit in the chair that you so desire. It was given to you at a low cost that allowed you to do it the way you wanted, without massive casualties. But, your hand has lost his sister. The low cost to you, was a great cost to him. He may not have been as close to her as his brother, but it was his sister none the less. Your brother was cruel to you. He was jealous of you. He was never loved like you. Did his death spark no sadness in you despite all his faults and failures?" Varys looked at her like a father that had scolded a daughter. Daenerys sank into herself for a moment and gained her composure.
"You are right. I am sorry. Tyrion, I am sorry for your loss. We will give her a proper funeral." Daenerys took a seat in the corner of the tent and dismissed her council with instructions to try and get some sleep. Nothing would happen tonight. Tyrion and Varys spent long hours that night in conversation. They spoke openly about the death of Tyrion's sister, and the plan for the city once the gates opened. The people had seen the dragons flying around all day, they would need to be assured that they posed no threat. Night came and went. The midday sun was hot when the gates opened. Cersei sauntered out with Ilyn Payne at her side. Daenerys met her with Greyworm.
"It would seem the time for change is here. I have prepared the people for the inevitable. They will receive you." Cersei glanced over at Ilyn Payne. "Ser Ilyn. I'll have your sword. " Ilyn drew his sword and held it sideways in front of her for her to take. Cersei reached out to take the sword. She held it up and turned to face Daenerys again. She held it up and paused for a moment. "Its a pretty sword isn't it?" In one swift motion Ilyn was minus a head and Cersei became Arya stark once again.